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Chorus from "Talk Like Sex" begins ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
Since I made the record "Talk Like Sex,"
girls are comin' up with their friends for a nigg* to hit the skins.
Hopin' the Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes,
but I'm leavin' girls' vaginas with more stitches than Frankenstein.
Some even had the nerve to try to give me head,
and sw*llow the whole jimmy to make a nigg* fed.
But come on you girls, don't make me laugh;
you couldn't G Rap if you was a motherfkin' giraffe.
Dag, some even fled when they saw the head,
cuz G's d*ck would make you seasick fkin' me in a waterbed.
Don't try to paly me like no sucker,
cuz these girls'll be callin' up Dial-a-Mattress like a motherfker.
You heard the song before; you don't wanna see me,
"I'll fk you on the A-train while I write graffiti."
I'll even fk you in a taxi cab,
and after sex with a nigg* you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
Soon as you open your legs,
no need for no birth control, b*tch, cuz my d*ck is touchin' the eggs.
Kool G Rap, the p*ssy slammer;
hell, I'd be talkin' fked up grammar if you was Bad Mamma Jamma.
I ain't small, I'll have you cummin' like waterfalls,
and then turn them sugar walls into Carnegie Hall.
Leavin' my mark on girls like Zorro,
plus fkin' girls so def like there won't be no p*ssy left tomorrow.
Hittin' hoes like it ain't funny,
I think about bowls of Cheerios because I want my nuts and honey.
Talkin' to all the women that look fine,
pretendin' my pr*ck was Moby d*ck and have a whale of a time.
Now I'm not a deep-sea diver,
but I love it when my d*ck's covered and smothered with saliva.
s**t, might even straighten out your dentures,
because it's not just a bj, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and I ain't with that:
I'll go to a Chinese restaurant, b*tch, if I wanna eat cats.
Because you gotta be brave to eat the tuna, G.
So when it comes to p*ssy-lickin', I'm the chicken of the sea.
I should be on the sex channel;
not a chump cuz I'm givin' punk-girls better humps than camels.
If you're a virgin, I'll make it fit,
because my d*ck'll pop the cherry and spit out the fkin' pit.
And if you're concerned, my sperm don't burn,
and if it did, I'd give that nappy-headed as* a fkin' perm.
Shucks, I instruct a fkin' lesson.
You think it's painless? I hit the an*s and fk up your large intestines.
Leavin' you girls stingin' from the bangin';
my man Jimmy got a hole in his head, but yo, that nigg*'s still hangin'.
b*tch, you'd rather hump a fkin' whole army,
cuz even the Witness Protection Program couldn't hide this man's salami.
You fk around and catch a seizure,
before I fk a hoe I gots ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
Lettin' saliva dribble on your nipple,
org*sms double and triple sit ripple and turn your as* into a gripple.
Then I see you searchin' for the swellin',
cuz I'm-a leave a hole so big your gynecologist might fall the hell in.
Got d*mn! I hit the ham right;
honeybuns, you can ask my Three Sons, I got the d*ck right out the Van dy*ke.
I'm fkin' naked girls with fly rhymes,
but don't push me, because that p*ssy will be runnin' for it's nine lives.
I know you hookers can't refuse this,
but dont' pick me to give no hickeys cuz I'm givin' girls bruises.
Yeah, I'll tear that p*ssy hole apart,
for fkin' with G Rap after dark, you'd rather jog in Central Park.
So if you want kids before I fk ya,
look at the size of my d*ck, and you'll let out the motherfkers.
s**t, girls get open like a can;
just leave it up to G Rap, cuz I'm the neighborhood fck U Man...